The Day My Wife Met My Girlfriend
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Well I Got Home and the door was locked
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And I tried to ring the bell
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I found a little bitty note that she had wrote
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Telling me to go to hell
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I crawled in the window, I got inside
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She kicked me in the balls, and then I cried
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Called me a name, said I lied
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Kicked me again and I thought I died
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Took my clothes, set em’ on fire
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And hit me with her curling iron
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I tried to block it with my watch
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And then she kicked me in the crotch . . . again
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Yeah today’s the day my wife met my girlfriend
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Well I tried to tell her but she didn’t care
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Things weren’t what they seemed
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She had a pan on the stove full of boiling water
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And my nads would soon be steamed
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I tried to run, scream for help
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She hit me in the nerts with a Rhinestone belt
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It was like nothing that I ever felt
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I thank god I wasn’t wearing a kilt
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She grabbed a bat from beneath the bed
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She swung it once and then she missed my head
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She reared back, swung it again and
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Then she hit me in the twins . . . again
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Yeah today’s the day my wife met my girlfriend
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Yeah today’s that awful day,
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Hey, my boys won’t be the same
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Yeah today’s the day my wife met my girlfriend
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The Day My Wife Met My Girlfriend
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| Rodney Carrington |
